night fire

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Q City Hotel can be regarded as a high-consumption place——today it was completely booked by Lu Xiujin. From [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] a.m. the next day, no services are provided. Except for the coming and going of Lu Xiujin's friends.

Lu Xiujin went there early and played billiards with a group of friends in the entertainment room. An acquaintance sat at the billiards table smoking a cigarette and asked him while puffing: "You really spent your money."

A few people who didn't know the truth heard that they were having fun, and they also leaned over to make fun of him: "What's the matter? Let me play with you guys?"

Lu Xiujin ignored them, took the cue on his own, flicked off the excess shell powder on the head of the cue, bent down and took a shot at the cue ball.

Then straightened up, watching those colorful balls rolling or stopping indifferently.

The few people behind him were still enthusiastically asking about the so-called "good show" tonight, and their words were frivolous.

When the last ball stopped rolling and stopped on the edge of the bag, Lu Xiujin lazily changed positions and gave the final blow to the fish that slipped through the net.At this point, the desktop is completely empty.

Lu Xiujin tapped the corner of the table with his cue, and said casually, "There's nothing tonight, understand?"

The smoker thought that Lu Xiujin was joking, and jumped off the pool table on the other side, with the cigarette in his fingertips, he bumped Lu Xiujin affectionately with his shoulder, "What are you talking about, you can't eat alone..."

Before he finished speaking, the unburned cigarette fell to the ground, and the column of soot flickered brightly and darkly, and finally went out.

The last bit of white smoke happened to be the man's hand that was holding the cigarette, the palm was down, and the veins were bulging - it was pressed by the beautiful shoes, and it was crushed on the ground, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

The man half-kneeled on the ground with his upper body bent, his unattractive face turned red from the pain and panic.

Lu Xiujin lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a soft shadow on his eyelids, "I'll say it again."

"Nothing happened tonight, understand?"

Wu Yong doesn't like Lu Xiujin very much - he doesn't like all the willful and reckless rich kids, not to mention that Lu Xiujin really didn't leave a good impression on him.A little rascal—that's what Wu Yong thinks.

So when Lu Xiuyan asked him to take Zhao Qiyan to have a meal with their siblings, he was shocked: "You actually led beasts and cannibals to work as a slave to a tiger?"

Lu Xiuyan didn't take it seriously: "Don't worry if you won't bully Xiao Zhao."

Wu Yong was heartbroken: "Arranged marriages will not lead to happiness!"

Lu Xiuyan: "Actually, my younger brother wanted to apologize to him..."

"About sexual harassment?"

"Although this should be an apology, but no..." Lu Xiuyan felt a little embarrassed, "Anyway, you can just call him here."

Ah, I don't know why I really want to beat Lu Xiujin again.

Zhao Qiyan's first reaction when he heard that Lu Xiujin was going to apologize to him: "Lu Xiujin?"

Wu Yong was startled: "Could it be that you don't remember him anymore?"

"No," Zhao Qiyan wiped the table calmly, "I'm just wondering if there's another twist in his mind that's wrong."

"I feel that he is serious and sincere." Wu Yong said.

"He was serious when he harassed me."

"...makes sense."

Wu Yong immediately took out his mobile phone and reported: "He won't go."

The other side replied quickly: "You said it was useless."

"?"

There was a voice call soon, Wu Yong was startled, and looked up at Zhao Qiyan, Zhao Qiyan raised his hand, with a look of "you are free".

He took a deep breath: "Hey——"

"Let Zhao Qiyan answer the phone."

The voice of the other party was as deep as the low pressure before the rainstorm.

Wu Yong: "Why is it you?"

He glanced at Zhao Qiyan, Zhao Qiyan stretched out his hand, he hesitated, and finally gave Zhao Qiyan the phone.

"Hey, who is it?"

"Zhao Qiyan..." Lu Xiujin spoke after a long time.

"Your name is not Zhao Qiyan."

Lu Xiujin's emotions that had been brewing for a long time disappeared suddenly: "Hey, can't you tell who I am?"

Zhao Qiyan said frankly, "Well, I can't quite hear it."

"Lu Xiujin! I'm Lu Xiujin!"

"Understood," Zhao Qiyan took the phone away with some disgust, "Keep down."

Lu Xiujin: "You must come tomorrow."

Zhao Qiyan: "But I don't want to go."

Lu Xiujin: "No, you must come."

Zhao Qiyan: "No, I don't want to..." Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiujin interrupted, "I want to apologize to you."

He continued, "So you must come."

Zhao Qiyan was silent for a moment, and then asked, "What does that have to do with me?"

Lu Xiujin was so blocked by him that he couldn't speak: "You..."

He said guiltily, "You...don't want to hear my apology?"

"I don't want to." Zhao Qiyan said firmly.

"...Even if I squatted at your place of work every day?"

"Do not want to."

"Even if I always say something to provoke you?"

"Do not want to."

"Even if I warn everyone who strikes up a conversation with you?"

"Here you should apologize to them."

"Even if I always buy your wine and insult you with money?"

"It's not an insult if you buy and I sell," Zhao Qiyan felt his hand on the phone start to ache, "Uncle Wu also needs to thank you for pulling so many sales."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"you……"

"...Even if I find someone to spread rumors about your misbehavior and cause you to be censored..." Lu Xiujin's voice was flat, "Even if you are suspended and expelled for this - don't you want to hear my apology?"

"……You did it?"

"Ah," Lu Xiujin smiled happily on the other end of the phone, "A few days ago I was a little upset with you, so I did it."

"Although I haven't been affected by going to school," Zhao Qiyan smoothed out the wrinkles on his uniform and said with a smile, "but it seems that I have to go."

"Yes, you must come."

"Then I hope you apologize sincerely, because I may not accept it."

"Don't worry, I'll be very, very, very sincere."

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